Over heard in my house today:
L (my brand new Kindergartener fresh off orientation): I want to do my homework.
Me: You can do your calender page. Remember, it's not due until the actual first day of school next week.
L: I know, I want to do it now.
He works diligently on printing his name in upper and lower case letters then works with utter fixated concentration - coloring in the boxes for Sept 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5 with a yellow crayon just like the paper says to do.
L: I'm done. I want to do my other homework.
Me: Honey, you've got to go with Grandma and I have to get to work. You just have to draw a picture of yourself and your favorite stuffed animal. That paper isn't due until next Friday! You have time, we can do it tomorrow when we don't have to rush.
L: But I want to do it now! I want to do homework!
Me: Logan, I want you to remember this conversation when you're 15.
L: Why? (pause) Ok, can you assign me other homework to do at Grandma's today?
Also overheard at my house:
Me: So, Meg, are you excited about starting preschool next week? Are you going to make new friends?
M: Yes, with the girls.
Me: Just the girls? What about the boys?
M: The boys can make their own friends.
(Daddy is so relieved and hopes she holds tight to this philosophy until she's 30 or something like that.)
Overheard later at my house as Miss Meg is in the bathtub
M: Mommy, come here, I want to squirt you with this water bottle.
Me: No, honey, I don't want to be squirted with your water bottle.
M: But you have to. I will get your foot wet.
Me: I don't want to get wet.
M: Yes, just a quick squirt.
Me: Megan Rose, I do not want to get wet.
M: Mommy, I love you and we are still friends, but you are REALLY starting to fuss-trate me!